Is Muichiro A Guy Novels & Stories

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

Jaime asked embarrassedly, “Do you even know his name?” Sophie hummed as she said, “I am simply making an analogy. It does not matter that I do not know his name. I’ll just ask the next time we meet.” Jaime broke into a cynical smile and said, “I believe that you will not have the opportunity to see him again. Based on Machi’s personality and character, he will certainly not allow that man to leave Japan alive.” Sophie raised her brows and said, “How can you be so certain that Machi will be able to kill him? I think that this man is really very strong and capable. I don’t think that Machi will be able to do anything to him anyway.”

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

I was curious to know who it was but ended up not to ask since it was none of my business. " By the way, I am Tatsuke Kirke and this man right here is Saicki Disero. Call me Tatsu and call him Saicki." I nodded and I have no idea why a lot of foods served on our table. "Let's dig in." Mier said and started to eat. My eyes widened as I sight this Mier being so glutton, once again. " Sorry, he's a glutton." I shook my head slightly slapped Mier's shoulder to say slow down.

"Now what? Aren't you all the elite of M Country? Aren't you the Red Beret? At least have some courage to fight!" Kukok asked the series of questions. On the one hand, he couldn't live with the shame, on the other hand, he had no idea how he would face Old Maldini that was coming here soon. A yellow guy stood out of the team; he was Saburo Sato from Japan. He spoke it out loud, "Mr. Kukok, I want to challenge the Huaxia guy." Kukok was happy to hear that, but he was confused because Saburo Sato ranked only in the middle of even below average among the 20 bodyguards of his. He wondered why the guy had the guts.

Weeks have passed since a new treaty has been made between the Irish, Russians, and Italian families. I’m still confident in the choice we made and I’m happy that Misha was so accommodating and understanding of my terms. Misha is really jolly and I kind of like him for it. He also throws the guys off, which I personally find funny. Misha is a breath of fresh air compared to the normal stuffy mafia guys. No offense to my kings, but they can be stuffy mafia men when they want to be.

Michelangelo gritted his teeth. He too looked around and saw all the people waiting for Tikhon. First, his eyes fell on Ishida Masayuki, the scary leader of Limiri Cosca from Thobhu Limiri, dressed sharply in a grey suit. His strict face was enough to instil fear in even the most fearless people.

And it makes him feel calm to chew the bread and drink the milk until it runs out. "I guess, if I don't forget. I've met you twice, or maybe more!” said Mizuki, opening the conversation first. He looked at the young man in front of him. Tall, white, lively tall with a perfectly sculpted face. He was sure that this man in front of him would never be missed by any woman. Except for him and maybe some alien human species. Who is not interested in appearance alone. But also money and material and clear origins, that's how humans are. “I think this is our fourth meeting!” Aldo said coldly while looking at Mizuki in his own judgment.

One of the men pushed her stack of chips across the table. Giulia was disappointed that the mob boss, Corloni Bianchi wouldn’t be at the game, since she had good news to share and wanted to see his face when she delivered it. “I’m in his place,” a man named Mario spoke up. He removed his fedora, revealing sandy blonde hair. His piercing blue eyes met Giulia’s and he nodded at her. Mario was Corloni’s brother, and right hand man. Corloni was head of the family, the official mob boss, but Mario was a close second.

He looked strikingly similar to Mario, their faces nearly identical, except for his jet-black hair, a stark contrast to Mavis's pure white. Yet, it wasn’t just the hair that set him apart. This man also exuded an invisible, commanding presence like Mario. I couldn't believe my eyes. Two Marios? No, this wasn’t Mario. This had to be Adrian, the American mafia don with a ruthless reputation. “Go on, take a good look,” he said, amusement lacing his voice as he broke my trance. “I know I’m hot. I get those stares daily. But I’m your brother-in-law, not your husband,” he added with a teasing smirk.